Facing reality

5) Scars so deep

18th September 2015
8:00am
Emily's POV

I love going to the park with Kevin and Mrs. Clark. It was our weekend routine but still it felt refreshing to be with the people I care about the most. Our favorite spot was the swings, where we usually sat and chatted about how our week went by. Swings were my mom's favorite too,the only few memories I had of hers was when she taught me  how to swing. We were happy and i dont remember what went wrong.Amanda told me that she passed away in a car accident and that they had no whereabouts of my father. But then as I child, I never once felt like an orphan because Amanda gave me all of her time and then one day she suddenly urged me to look for foster parents, which she thought would keep me safe but that backfired, I was thrown out like a dog. Tried all means to contact Amanda but she was unreachable. I cant explain the roller coaster of emotions that had taken over me at that time. It was the first time ,in 17 years ,when I truly felt like an orphan.

" if your thinking about Michael, then I think u should say "yes", interrupted Mrs. Clarke.

I smiled.

" That boy will take good care of you and your son. How long are you going to run away from all this. Don't you think you deserve better in life?".

Yeah,MC knew everything about me.She is the sole person whom i trust and believe in. Its just that theres something about this woman that will make you spill your heart out. Maybe its the old age, i guess.

" Its not that easy MC. Kevin is my responsibility not his, and besides I'm not sure when Kevin's father is going to pop up asking for his son. That will just crush my world, I  want a life were we have only each other".

"Sometimes you need to let go hon'. Your just 18 but you talk like a 81 year old granny".

I laughed. That was true, experiences can age you pretty quick.I'm just glad i have MC to talk to.I still remember the first day I met her, she had a warm and welcoming smile and let me stay in her small guest house which was just adjacent to her place, she took good care of Kevin and was my source of support ever since.

As we kept talking, I noticed a scar on the back of her hand and before I could ask about it, she covered it with her long scarf. I knew what this meant, Mr Clarke was back. She always kept saying that he was the sweetest person alive , it was just his alcoholism that brought out the demon in him. And that's just something I hate.

" Mr Clark is back isn't he?". I asked annoyed.

She didn't meet my eye and just nodded.

" If he hurts you again, I'm going to report it to the police".

" Emily, don't do that, I told you hes not doing it intentionally".

" How long can you bare with it Mrs. Clark? How long?, whenever he is back all I see are bruises on your face and I don't know about you but I cant tolerate that".

" Child, this is between me and him. I don't mind what he does because I still love him no matter what".

That was it. i couldn't take any of this nonsense. I carried Kevin and began to leave.

" Emily, don't get mad..

" I'm not mad, I just got homework to do. Ill see you later MC".

It was pointless arguing with her but I did make up my mind not to let things slip away this time.

LATER THAT NIGHT....

I jolted up from sleep, hearing a crash sound. Is  something wrong?. I grabbed a baseball bat and walked towards the living room. Another crash sound, its not from here but from MRs Clark's house. Without thinking twice, i ran towards her house to find the main door left open ajar. I rushed in, searching for her and that's when I saw it. Mr Clarke pushed his wife down for the third time now, she was bleeding from her nose and yet he didn't stop. The entire room was a mess, broken furnitures, scattered glass pieces. My temper just hit the peak and before I could think,I jumped onto him and gave him a whack on his head with my bat. The stink of alcohol was evident. I just couldn't stop myself and continued hitting him.

" What do you think of yourself huh?. Just because you're a man doesn't mean you can treat your woman like trash u sick bastard. Your supposed to love and protect her not harass her like a rag doll". I screamed.

He growled and yelled in pain. But that just made me happy and so I continued hitting him with all I got.

" enough emily....stop.....he will die, don't u dare kill him....think of your son,you cannot go to jail leaving him behind" Mrs.Clarke yelled with pain.

And then I stopped. I dropped the bat and looked at her. Mr Clark was lying unconscious on the floor with blood smeared all over. What did I just do? Did I almost kill a man? My heart was beating louder and my breath was uncontrollable. I just slumped down exhausted and scared.
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Hey readers,
Ok i get it. The story aint worth it and hence no comments.
Sob sob sob. But I'm gonna complete this book because of this promise i made to my precious friend. Sooo...thats all folks. Readers keep readinn..😁

Not in a mood for cheers,
JC😘